Some bands it seems, at least for me personally at any rate, have a hypnotic allure about them that, despite better judgements, just keeps on pulling us through those venue doors and keeps us clicking on Spotify. One such band, at least for me and the friend in attendance, are Alkaline Trio whose penchant for macabre lyricism and overall feelings of self-deprecation prove to big a draw for the 14 year old emo kid inside of us. And as such we file through the doors in to possibly one of Manchester's sweatiest venues (The Ritz) with feelings of both nostalgia and reservation, I'm reminded of two words I spoke after their last gig, “Never again”. Of course I knew after I said them I would ultimately find myself eating them at a later date, washed down with some traditional pre-gig ciders. One can only hope that devouring them so ravenously won't give me a major case of heartburn.